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(feat. Freeway, Young Gunz) "Clinton Sparks" [Freeway] Yeah, Freeway, Young Chris "Get-get-get familiar!" [Freeway] Holla, uhh [Verse One: Freeway] I came to the studio just in time for the song My rhymes and my dough long, too much for the track You don't really want me to flow, want me to spit Bring a 9, two clips to the song (geah!) Anybody move or I'm cockin it back And dump a lame in the trunk 'fore the shit get back to cops Get pulled over in a traffic stop It might make me nervous to might have to dump again There he go, puttin guns in his rhymes again Beard like Bin Lad', clap at the cops, yeah right Yeah right - but prick get it right Get it right - way before Bin Laden I been bad I been had a beard, gettin brains in a Benz Wagon Block got hot, it was back to the dumps again (woo!) War with him is bad for your health again Burners in your grill again, buildin my block! [Chorus x2: scratches] Letras de canciones"Them State Prop' boys back in town - uh-oh" "The, the Roc, the Roc boys back you down" "Y-you ain't stoppin, uhh - yeah, State Prop-Property" "Wanna war with the Roc? OKAY!" - "Yes" [Verse Two: Young Chris] Fuck with me now catch a fuckin beatdown Niggaz lame cause the bustas he 'round Main reason I don't fuck with these clowns Niggaz sucka-free now, my enemy's sister suckin me down Yo, maybe a higher than a pound nigga, that's my limit Got niggaz that care less about the next five minutes Niggaz wanna start so I guess I'll finish Cause it's with enough coffins to invest y'all linen When that shit hit the fan and they know who ran Call me Grip Hammers, and I'm they go-to man Before that time they signed that statement quick Cause it's 99-point-9 reasons to snitch Now they all just buyin just to sport that shit Same bullets in the gun since they bought that shit Nigga my style is unique, thick chick a boutique After a while, you do Chris, you gotta do Neef Too deep, soak the bed up, bring the new sheets Can't be shook, take balloons up every two weeks New beef, handle that like I do a new beat All up on top of it like Shaq, bring the new +Heat+ New identity down in Dirty Dirty, new teeth {?} layin low when it's too steep Hard dick and bubble gum girls say I'm too cheap They suckin and fuckin but then I duck within a new freak Before I met 'em I never knew 'em, I tell 'em "Get lost" Only time I love 'em is when my dick hard, nigga Yeah, get familiar haters, get familiar (Suck my..) Uhh, uhh, yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Freeway] Free' pack intro Tec with a muffler Ringin on you, busters watch you niggaz bleed (bleed) He's, makin a killin off Puttin his life on ProTools to new school Rap version of Aaron Jones, they herringbones The Roc chain, the cocaines, they spit game The gat tucks the gat tuck Nigga don't get gassed up, might get blast up It ain't about bein tough, but even in them interviews Every time you see me get a semi and a TUCK Niggaz at the label like, "Leave the gat at home You know them hip-hop cops got it in for you" They got it in for us, but they ain't bendin us We gotta clip for us, show 'em what the clip'll do Do (uhh) holla! Whatchu thought it's the Roc! Uh-oh, uhh! [Chorus] [Outro] Cli-Clinton Clinton Sparks "Get-get-get familiar!" From Letras Mania